“Who’s that trip-trapping over my bridge?” Tom said gruffly.
“That Cecil Adams sure is a mine of information,” said Tom dopily.
“I’ve finished changing the light bulbs,” said Tom brightly.
“I studied the writings of Carl Jung,” said Tom, archetypically.
“I’ll show you who’s ambidextrous,” Tom rightly said.
See the OP - one per post, please.
“Alec Baldwin, Nicole Kidman and Bill Pullman have never made a good movie together!” Tom said maliciously.
“I think my magazine subscription expired” said Tom lifelessly.
“I have the greatest respect for Sigmund Fraud,” Tom slipped.
“I used to love that cartoonist who did Bloom County! What was his last name again?” Tom breathed.
Plus, you know, not inventing adverbs out of thin air.
“It’s like a file, but for woodworking,” Tom rasped.
“Only a German would talk like that about the woman who raised him,” Tom muttered.
“I really, really, really want to hear 'What’s New Pussycat,” said Tom, Jonesing.
“I heard Mike Peters is very ill,” Tom said grimly.
(Mother Goose and Grimm - Wikipedia, for those unfamiliar with Peters. As far as I know, he’s not really sick.)
“Who lost the brain transplant?” the surgeon asked absentmindedly.
“I’m taking you to my place, and we’re going to have sex,” Tom told his date cocksuredly.
“Zeroes! Ha, ha, ha, all those sexy zeroes!” laughed Tom naughtily.
ETA:
Couldn’t get back in to correct that I’d left out the Tom part. :smack:
“There goes democracy,” Tom said devotedly.
“I’ve been reading a great book about Shackleton and Antarctic exploration!”, Tom said expeditiously.
“Get *all *the water out of this boat!” Tom said balefully.